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29 November 2008 @ 11:20 pm
5 Zutara Drabbles  
Title: Laconic
Pairing: Zuko x Katara
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Genre: General, Romance, Friendship
Rating: G
Word Count: 830


The evening fades from blue to grey to black.

The sky over their heads stretches out lazily till (when she tilts her head) she could almost touch the tips.

She yawns and slumps over his shoulder (she feigns sleep and begins to snore).

Her mind is drifting off somewhere, and she could feel her body going numb.

He puts his arms around her (tentative, the gesture) and thinks that this is what the poets would have called “just right”.

And Zuko raises the campfire another degree. The flames flare, and he grins wildly into it.

Katara does not notice, she’s really falling asleep now.



She took him shopping for rice that morning, at the early market just outside of town.

She took him by his hands, actually touched him (he was shocked) and led him down the rushing streets. She smiled when she turned his way, and he couldn’t be happier. He liked to think that she was finally forgiving him (or showing some semblance of less-frigidness).

“Is this enough?” he gestured towards the basket.

“Yeah, just for tonight.”

“Are we leaving again?”

Katara took him in for the first time that week (looked at him without bias, without expectations).

And waited for him to sigh.

“That’s right. We can’t stay at one place too long.”

And Zuko understood all too well. She had it figured out, down to the tiniest details, the smallest shreds (that he would have ignored).

He lifted the basket from her hands.



They swim in the river deep, they wade up to their knees, they jettison worries overboard in bundles and weaves.

By the candlelight, she stitches him threadbare shirts and years-worn pants. He reads her poetry, by the moon’s long, yearning silhouette.

They pretend that they are just any two persons in the world.

She makes her stitches small and careful (shakes out the loose ties and tattered cloths) and imagines that he would wear them one day.

And he recites his poetry with love, tenderly. And likes to think of them as filled with joy and no dread. Dread in a war that does not ever end. Dread in knowing that this is all make-believe, and that when the morning comes, the shadows die out.

They sit on premature, shallow graves—with hearts submerged too far in.




He is an unlikely hero, lost and left to drift forever without end.

And she is an unlikely comfort.

And for the longest time, he could’ve sworn that she hated him. So much, so long and powerful and winding up towards an explosive moment.

So, when she takes him into her arms (merciful) and tells him that it’ll all be all right, he cries rivers. He cries for all that happened (his part and his father and his grandfather and so on). And when she keeps silent and listens, he knows that they’ve come to an understanding.

That’s it’ll all be fine, that the bloody, scarred face wasn’t his sister’s. That his father will still be alive (and miraculously repentant). That his mother was alive and well.

Katara hugs him close and strips him of his defenses. She peels away the blistered tissue and kisses the new skin underneath.

And she tells him that he’s a hero.





Sometimes, he wonders exactly what it was about her. That made him shiver, that made him blush and cringe and wish he were eloquent (like Azula) just once.

And so, when she kissed him suddenly that night, Zuko felt his heart shrinking away. And soaring. And running on this artificial fuel high.

She could do things like that to him, just by a simple touch. Or glance.

(He especially loathed the looks. They left nothing to take in the wake.)

And sometimes, Zuko thinks that it would be better—healthier and less hurting—if she were like any other girl. If she couldn’t do what she does with just a turn of the chin.

It scares him, he admits.




Alice: hakutenshiyaki on November 30th, 2008 08:45 am (UTC)
I love the flavor that you give Zutara; rather than just making a typical kind of relationship. Great work! &hearts

mass teen fainting.: AtlA- Zutara. <3vermontypython on November 30th, 2008 05:39 pm (UTC)
These are beautiful! I agree with tenshiyaki, you have a wonderfully unique view towards the relationship- it's not typical Zutara, and I love it!
~Amaterasu~okami_no_yume on November 30th, 2008 07:48 pm (UTC)
Beautifully done. Your writing style is so...unique. Lovely, with a haunting quality to it.
Rachael: BluePaint - Nothing in Commonwohitzi on November 30th, 2008 07:50 pm (UTC)
Aah, these are so beautiful~. <3 I especially love 'Unlikely' and 'Excite'.
nofrigatelikeabook: most ardentlyimbusyreading on December 1st, 2008 01:14 am (UTC)
Excite was my favorite. Nice.
ohsoxalive: right here // zkohsoxalive on December 2nd, 2008 02:21 am (UTC)
As always, lovely. I loved 'Deep' and 'Unlikely' the best.